Five hundred autumns have passed since I attained the Taoism, and no flying swords have been seen taking anyone's head.

That man had been enlightened for five hundred years, and had a great reputation for ferociousness. His name was heard all over the world, but the blade of the sword had long since disappeared from its sheath, killing and staining the sky.

However, only those who have seen the true elegance of that person in white can know...

What is the Sword Immortal in White?

What is the Wusheng Killing Sword!

What does it mean to be number one in the world!

"The best sword in the world... Wusheng Killing Sword..." Li Mo's eyes were as condensed as fire, brighter than the faint beating candlelight.

"The killing power of that sword is enough to overshadow the petty sect's atmosphere..."

Old Chu's faint gaze fell on the clay sculpture and stone statue, like a wild donkey looking at a mule, with a little ridicule in his eyes.

"Uncle, you have a grudge against the master of Tianshi Mansion."

"Nonsense, the master of the palace is aloof and enjoys the most popular things. Shouldn't he be scolded?" Lao Chu said matter-of-factly.

As an ox and horse, if it has not scolded the person driving it, then it is worse than an ox and horse.

"Young man, have you never scolded your boss behind his back?"

"Forehead……"

Li Mo curled his lips and was speechless for a moment.

When people are young, they must have ambitions to soar to the sky. They have never seen the whole world, and they all have a zeal in their hearts. The world is uncertain, and you and I are both dark horses.

But when you really don't enter this world, you realize that the world has been determined, and you and I are both cows and horses.

Such a gap, such helplessness, such pain... If it hadn't turned into a slap in the face, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been possible.

However, as a matter of conscience, Li Mo has never scolded his boss in person.

"The Wusheng Killing Sword... is that sword more powerful than the sword of the Master of the Heavenly Master's Palace?" Tang Sanbai couldn't help but ask.

"Haven't you heard of the Wusheng Killing Sword?"

"No." Tang Sanbai shook his head.

"Didn't your master tell you about the Eight Great Demon Immortals?" Li Mo asked in confusion.

"Never."

As a descendant of Wuyao's lineage, he knows nothing about the peak existence among demons and ghosts, and the nine thousand Taoists have never mentioned it. It is indeed strange.

"The sword of the Sword Immortal in White...that is the best sword in the world."

"The best sword in the world... wouldn't it be invincible..." Tang Sanbai said in surprise.

"Invincible!?" Lao Chu glanced sideways and couldn't help but sneer.

"Since ancient times, for nearly a thousand years, apart from that supreme treasure, who dares to claim to be invincible, who dares to claim to be invincible..."

"tripod!?"

When Li Mo heard this, he reacted instinctively and blurted out.

"Um!?"

Lao Chu's turbid eyes raised slightly, and he took a deep look at Li Mo.

"Young man, you have some knowledge."

"That's right... the ancient world has gone through thousands of years, and only the tripod can be honored... the most precious treasure in the world, naturally only the tripod of the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties."

Lao Chu sighed softly, and a different kind of brilliance appeared in his old eyes.

The tripod of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties is the undisputed most powerful treasure.

Even if the top ten magic weapons from Guixu unite, they will be eclipsed in front of this treasure.

Throughout the ages, no magical weapon can remain invincible under its brilliance.

"Then whoever masters this treasure will be invincible." Tang Sanbai couldn't help but said.

When Li Mo heard this, his heart moved. Just as Tang Sanbai said, whoever masters the tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou will be the strongest being in the world.

"Perhaps this is the reason why the Daqian royal family dared to create Xuantian Taoism!?" A strange thought came to Li Mo's mind.

Shenzong launched a thousand-year plan to create Xuantian Taoism.

Who knows, if Xuantian Taoism is truly born, it will definitely break the rules of heaven and earth, and no one in the world can control it.

So, he still left behind the tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou!?

"How can it be that easy?" Lao Chu sneered.

"Young man, I'm afraid you don't know that since Shenzong, no one can fully control the power of this treasure... not even one-ninth of it can be done."

Old Chu grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Um!?"

When Li Mo heard this, he couldn't help showing a strange expression and looked up and down at the old man in front of him.

"Uncle, are you really just a temple blessing here?"

"Nonsense... Is temple blessing a rare job? Is it worth pretending?"

Uncle Chu shook his head, hunched over and walked to the incense table, pouring out the sesame oil money from the merit cabinet one by one.

"and you……"

"Young man, when you live to my age, you will know everything you should know and everything you shouldn't know..."

"Times... apart from knowledge and experience, I only have this residual body left for you..."

As he spoke, Lao Chu picked up the sesame oil money, turned around and walked out of the subject.

"Huh? Are you leaving now? Don't care about us?" Tang Sanbai said in a daze.

"He's not afraid of us causing trouble?"

"It would be better if we demolish this ruined Taoist temple."

Lao Chu's voice came faintly from not far away.

"Two coins a month, what kind of fate are you playing with?"

"By the way, it's okay to demolish the house, but don't steal anything."

Lao Chu's voice gradually faded away, slowly dissipating into the hazy night.

Li Mo and Tang Sanbai looked at each other, feeling a strange feeling that they couldn't explain.

"What a weirdo." Tang Sanbai curled his lips and said.

"As you get older, it's normal to have some abnormalities."

Li Mo didn't care. He turned around and glanced at the stone statue of Wang Shendao, the master of Tianshi Mansion, and then pulled Tang Sanbai to the back.

There are three halls and nine courtyards in Fumo Temple. Since the one enshrined in the front courtyard is not the [Demon Sword], it must be in the back.

But it makes sense to think about it, the county magistrate might as well take care of it first.

How could the wooden sword left behind by the founder of Tianshi Mansion compare with the still-living Wang Shen Dao's efficacious power?

What's more, the wooden sword is ordinary and has no mystery. In this case, it is better to pray to the head of the Celestial Master Palace, and the incense will be more prosperous.

"Brother Li, look quickly."

The Demon-Conquering Temple, in front of the central hall.

A faint candlelight illuminated the altar, and in the night, a wooden sword could be seen clearly thrust across it. It was mottled and ancient, and the ruthless years had already left a series of weathered cracks on it.

"That's the Demon Sword!?"

Li Mo's spiritual sense turned into a thread and swept across the broken wooden sword. However, his spiritual sense was like a stone in the sea, without any feedback.

In a sense, this wooden sword is indeed unremarkable, and perhaps it really only has commemorative value.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Li Mo raised his eyebrows and noticed that there was a figure sitting cross-legged under the altar. His clothes were stiff and there was no wind, but he looked a little familiar.

"Li Mo...you actually brought this trash here?"

Suddenly, the man spoke. He stood up slowly, turned around, and a familiar face came into view.

"Qin Longhu!?"

Li Mo's eyes darkened slightly. He didn't like meeting people from the Tianshi Mansion at this time, especially this annoying guy in front of him.

Especially after he heard about this person's relationship with the seventeenth prince from Xia Chanming.

"Qin Longhu..."

Tang Sanbai saw the person coming clearly, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

He could never forget that on the barren mountain that day, it was this man who killed the tortoise, snake, demon and ghost, leaving him in dire straits and almost perishing.
To be continued...